Louise (Kutlina) Abramajtys
Oct 7th 2007
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Amy Abramajtys
July 2nd 2009
Babci, the Polish word for Grandmother, was what we called her. . . taught me how to iron shirts, told me how to make her macaroni salad, which was Alex's favorite. She was always very sweet to me, rarely a trace of the "fiesty lady" I was told she was--and could BE, even towards the end, when she felt she needed to be. I felt priviledged to be with her towards the very end, on the day she died--sang her some songs and stroked her hair and arm.
She always asked me " no Papoose yet?" I'm very sad we weren't able to give her a Great Grandchild before she passed, but Alex and I KNOW she'd love Andrew with her whole heart, as we loved her.
Amy Abramajtys
July 2nd 2009
Babci, the Polish word for Grandmother, was what we called her. . . taught me how to iron shirts, told me how to make her macaroni salad, which was Alex's favorite. She was always very sweet to me, rarely a trace of the "fiesty lady" I was told she was--and could BE, even towards the end, when she felt she needed to be. I felt priviledged to be with her towards the very end, on the day she died--sang her some songs and stroked her hair and arm.
She always asked me " no Papoose yet?" I'm very sad we weren't able to give her a Great Grandchild before she passed, but Alex and I KNOW she'd love Andrew with her whole heart, as we loved her.